"I am going to order a nice dinner from a restaurant--roast turkey and vegetables; and I will make some coffee, and we will have everything ready by the time Harry arrives." "But it will cost a great deal, Rose," said Adeline, in alarm. "Never mind, for once. This ought to be a Thanksgiving Day for us. Let us celebrate it as such. Besides," added Rose, the frugal instinct coming in, "if I order two plates it will be enough for three of us. I know of a restaurant where we can get all I want for, say, seventy-five cents. We won't mind about money to-night." "It will seem good to have a nice dinner once more," said Adeline, thoughtfully. "It is a long time since we had anything but the plainest food." Rose postponed her feast until six o'clock, the hour when Harry usually got home. There was a restaurant near by, where she gave the order, directing it to be sent in at ten minutes to six. Mrs. Flanagan was considerably surprised when a colored waiter made his appearance at her door with a large covered dish. "Who is this for? Haven't you made a mistake?" she asked. "No, ma'am. It's for a young lady--Miss Beaufort. Doesn't she live here?" "Yes. What have you got there?" asked the landlady, curiously. "Roast turkey." "Bless my soul!" thought Mrs. Flanagan. "She must have come into a fortune. It's all right!" and she directed the waiter to the room of the Beauforts. When Harry arrived the little table was set out with its usual neatness, and on it there was a display such as made him start back with surprise. "Where did all this come from?" he asked, bewildered. "Explanations postponed till after supper," said Rose. "Sit down and we will begin." "All right; I've no objection," said Harry. "Yes, Rose, you may give me some of the dressing. I say, ain't it good, though? I wish we could live like this every day." A great fuss to make over a very ordinary dinner, some of my young readers may think; but let them put themselves in the place of this family, and judge whether they would not hail with joy such a meal after a long course of the most frugal fare. They were in the midst of their enjoyment when a knock was heard at the door--a subdued knock, not like the authoritative knock of their landlady. So there was general surprise when Mrs. Flanagan opened the door. The fact was she could not repress the impulse to gratify her curiosity, which had been excited by the remarkably lavish dinner of her tenants. "So I've caught you at dinner," she remarked, apologetically. "You must excuse me; it didn't occur to me that I might be intruding." "It's of no consequence, Mrs. Flanagan," said Rose, not sorry, perhaps, that her old enemy should witness such an indication of prosperity. "I would invite you to dinner, but I am afraid there is no more of the turkey left." "Roast turkey, upon my word! Well, here's luxury!" said Mrs. Flanagan. "I've had my supper, so I could not accept if you did invite me."